We buried my mom yesterday in the family plot in Batesville and I think we all heaved a secret sigh of relief to have it over and done with. Now comes the getting used to part, the part where there’s no more extra laundry, no more nursing home visits, no more knots in the pit of my stomach when the caller ID on my phone says Nursing Home. I miss my mom, but dementia took her away long before yesterday.
ON THE NEEDLES
One Christmas project finished, another ready to begin and I’m feverishly trying to finish my Hilton Field Cowl. Check this out, my first colorwork knitting that’s not stripes –
YESTERDAY’S BEST THING
The weather was beautiful, cool and sunny and I got to take a walk with the Papoose in a quiet, pretty place, her talking my ear off, giggling, giving the hand she was holding lots of kisses and saying I love you. That’s the best thing.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. Henry Miller